Chapter 5: It's Actually Him

Zhen Guo's face broke into a satisfied smile, "Tomorrow night at eight o'clock, Lang Ting Xuan. Don't be late."

"Qin Mo, auntie will dress you up beautifully tomorrow, I guarantee he will like you." Shu Yun smiled elegantly, though her eyes hid a venomous dart; years ago, Yin Manni had stolen the man she loved, and she wouldn't make it easy for her daughter either.

The lady of the Yin Family's old mansion was her now, Yin Manni's husband was hers now, and she was even Madam of the Universe Group's chairman—she had everything Yin Manni once owned and was pushing her daughter step by step into a dead end.

"No need."

If it weren't for this old house left by her grandfather and mother, she wouldn't continue staying here. This was the Yin Family's territory, and she couldn't stand to see them living happily here as a family of three. Even if she hurt herself a thousand times in the process, she would still appear here occasionally to be a thorn in their side!

"Qin Mo! Qin Mo! This child..."

Shu Yun said helplessly.

"Nonsense! You don't need to worry about her anymore, it'll probably be a done deal by tomorrow." Zhen Guo, thinking about the future benefits, his crow's feet crinkled slightly with a smirk.

The next day.

Lang Ting Xuan was a high-end club located in the city center, known for its privacy and not something the average person could afford.

Qin Mo wore an off-the-shoulder top with an ultra-short skirt that barely covered her, holding a paper bag in her hand.

This attire was particularly enticing, almost like she was soliciting on the street.

It was that woman, Shu Yun, who had forced her into wearing this.

When someone has a vulnerability, it becomes leverage for others to exploit.

The attendants at Lang Ting Xuan looked at her with surprise; no one had ever come dressed like this before. After hesitating for a moment, they stopped Qin Mo, "Miss, you can't enter Lang Ting Xuan without a reservation."

"I'm Qin, looking for Young Master Chu."

So she was here for Young Master Chu.

"...Please come in."

Qin Mo, wearing a pair of stiletto heels, looked completely different from the high-class simplicity of Lang Ting Xuan. She ignored the gazes of others and went straight to the agreed suite.

She stood in front of room 808, took a deep breath, her clean, onion-white fingers pulling out a room card.

Beep...

The door opened.

She tentatively stepped in, and faint sounds of water came from the room. She hesitated before entering.

In her view, not far away, was the semi-transparent shower, with steam condensing on the glass, and she could faintly see a silhouette.

He was taking a shower!

Inappropriate images flashed across Qin Mo's mind, her face turned pale, and she frantically thought of fleeing the room.

Chu Yiqin, ruthless and cruel, a curse to both his father and wife, with a face like the King of Hell.

Click.

The bathroom door opened.

"Stop!"

The man's voice was deep and cold as ice, sending chills up her spine; she felt doomed.

She dared not turn around.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were taking a shower."

The delicate face, now turned away from the man, was dotted with fine beads of sweat; she rambled without thinking.

Rumors said he was brutally excessive in bed, cruel to an extreme, had ruined countless women, and was mostly known for his ugliness. She was scared and thought of escaping.

Chu Yiqin's piercing eyes narrowed, and he commanded in a low voice, "Turn around."

Qin Mo felt the voice was somewhat familiar, clear and cold, but she didn't think much of it.

She shuffled her feet, slowly turning around, her heart in her throat, head bowed not daring to look at the man.

They said he was hideous; she didn't have the courage to face Chu Yiqin.

"It seems you really want to be my mistress."

The man's voice was mocking.

Qin Mo raised her eyes, the figure in her apricot pupils gradually coming into focus.

"It's you!"

Her eyes widened, her voice pitched higher, nearly cracking.